Isolation is my space
Safe,
in my own speculations.

-Close but distant entity speaks within-
“Invitation for whom?
Nope, Denied!”

The words repeated itself using my lips.
I wanted to connect but..

“Doesn’t matter, dismiss them”

Swirling sensations of mix emotions take place.
“***** them”
my voice mutters.
Now back to my own spectral insulation.
Where the exclusion is embracing.

“Oh my, how we love the separation”

The voice weakened me, but this darkness was compelling.
broken recollections of personal time  which housed my wisdom, laughter, and grief
swim in shattered sequences in my consciousness.

“You, sir, reside in my solus.”

It spoke truth, but I still
Inspect this alien but familiar population through apertures deep within.

“Their understanding wouldn’t sync with ours”

Consulting my results from observations with this voice.
This entity, the darkness which is sheltered inside.
“No!”
I shouted
This casuist,
who has an constant overwhelming urge to understand illusions.
Whose eerie methods, values, and habits devour my constraint.

“Cease now, and wallow in my reality”

My body stoped instantly.
An episode of a phantom consciousness has cloaked over my norm.
How this perpetual clawing is depleting my will, my sanity.
It’s hard to read.
He’s hard to understand.